| All year I wait for this month to come,
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| | covered in mud, said "Use my matches,
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| to say what I mean in a way that can only
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| | your lighter's a dud".
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| be seen,
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| | Within moments, seconds, a beat of a
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| With great big plumes of silver and gold
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| | heart, I have lit two fuses - my
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| and ruby red harts that burst and unfold.
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| | fireworks will start!
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| | Two titanium salutes leave the rack;
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| The sky is ablaze with rockets and
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| | 400ft feet later there is an almighty
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| shells and great big bangs that make my
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| | crack.
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| ears hear bells. My passion is afire a
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| | The crowd screams loudly with excitement
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| flame in the night, burning too quickly
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| | and awe. Five other tubes fire - don't
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| but twice as bright.
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| | worry there are plenty more. Candle
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| A candle, a cake a p.i.c. fuse, I dash
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| | combinations, rockets and cakes - all lit
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| it together then rack them in queues,
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| | perfectly, there are no mistakes. The
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| with row upon row like solders in line, I
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| | effects shells are next, the pride of my
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| cheque all legal requirement - everything
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| | show, five inch and six inch, look at
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| looks fine.
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| | them go.
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| One hour to go, I just can't wait; the
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| | "Were is that young lady?" I thought,
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| hamburgers are ready so I ask for a
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| | "the one that brought me that match, I
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| plate.
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| | quite fancy her she will be a good
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| The food arrives but I have no time to
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| | catch". "I'm here", she said, but I
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| enjoy. The girl that brought it over
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| | hadn't spoken a word. It must be
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| looks good -
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| | telepathy, I thought, wow what a bird.
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| I think to myself "bet she's with a
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| | She beckoned me over, away from the site,
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| boy".
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| | this is properly the best thing I did all
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| Couples are standing gazing into each
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| | night.
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| other's eyes, hand in hand, they know
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| | Within moments of turning away from the
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| their own lies. The music plays, they
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| | rack, a big bang put me flat on my back.
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| grip each other tight, that's my queue -
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| | The finale battery had burst into flames
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| hell, my port fire won't light.
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| | and the trellis board of lances were now
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| The flame of my lighter flickers and
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| | burning my name.
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| dies and the girl who brought the burger,
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| | This is the strangest twist of fate,
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| to my surprise, standing in a puddle,
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| | brought about by my mystery date.
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